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My Green and White Princess

A princess,
No, better, a queen.
Covered in her green and white.
She sees me everymorning
And she whispers to me,
Trying to draw me in.
"Come, you will waken",
She says.
Everywhere I go,
She's around every corner.
Then I go
And take a sip.
My Starbucks.
Es muy deliciosa.